The Stranger
Strangers aren't only people we've never met.
Sometimes it's the heart that refuses to accept it.
The one who made you smile,
Then made that smile fade into tears of sorrow and regret.
Once someone you knew,
Became someone you no longer knew.
When time turned the tables,
Meeting them once again,
Only to realize,
The soul you've kept chasing
Had crumbled your image
Into a thousand fragments.
Hatred is a feeling;
The heart still knows your name.
But being forgotten
Means the heart has erased every trace of you.
The memories scattered into pieces that refuse to reunite.
All that's left
Is to cry where only the heart can hear.
The words we once spoke
Remain only echoes,
Wandering through silence.
At last, it became a farewell without a goodbye,
Still waiting for what will never return
While the clock keeps ticking
As the seconds slip away.
Someone once known
Becomes just another stranger.
A name is just a label,
No longer someone the heart recognizes
If the heart has forgotten you.
Even time can't bring you back.
Once gone, there's no returning.
When glass shatters into pieces,
The only thing left to do
Is clear away the pieces.
No one can make shattered glass whole again.
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